Tonight, as I was teaching BodyPump to a full class of about 25 women, my mind drifted back to the beginning of this long journey. I remember the first instructor workshop: I had never worn a microphone; I didn’t know what a beat was, or how to count one; I didn’t know about choreography or how to lift a room, or how to use the various tones of my voice to change the atmosphere. All I knew was I was drawn to this program, because it had changed my life. I had walked into an aerobics studio in 1997 as a Human Resource Consultant with a PhD in Organisational Psychology. Then I did first BodyPump class.
It was more of a re-awakening. I was on the wrong path that day, and BodyPump delivered me back to the right one. The path where physical and psychological collide; the place where change happens. From there, I left my suit behind, my heels, and re-found the clothes that hang right on me, the gym clothes, the runners, the bright, peacock-coloured clothes that are worn for function rather than form.
Tonight as I taught, as I lifted that room, as I helped people surpass their limits, I gave a nod to that self who was brave enough, way back in 1997, to attempt what felt impossible. I knew so little that I didn’t even know what I didn’t know.
And tonight, there was a woman who had gone as far as she could. We were nearing the end of the shoulder track. She had nearly made it. I caught her eye. I said, “We are going to finish this together. Just you and me.” The rest of the room disappeared as we powered through those last eight repetitions. When she made it, I cheered aloud, and saw a look in her eyes that will stay with me. She had just learned she could do it. She will keep that knowledge.
BodyPump. It changes lives. And it enables me to change lives.